Flight of Faith

“For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.” – Leonardo Da Vinci
You are feeling every crack in the pavement, your head plastered to the headrest behind you as you race…

A Worry-Free Pregnancy

simple truths to walk in wonder rather than wallowing in worry
You pee on the stick and your heart races. The 5 minutes seems like hours as you pace back and forth, waiting for the timer to ding. You rush into the bathroom to check…and the two pink lines are only…

Blooming

Spring is coming. The flowers will be blooming soon, and you might not.
These words circled through my head, a descending corkscrew into the cold clutches of fear. I had been sick for six months. The earth was on the complete opposite side of the sun, and I felt just as far…

From Whom

A poem written out of overwhelm with the Father’s provisions, both perceived and unnoticed

Every blessing from above,
Poured out from the Father’s love,
Perfect, good, and true;
From the roof over my head,
To the needed daily bread,
All gifts come from You;
No blade of grass nor flower,
Springs up outside Your power,
You make all…

Moving Mountains

It was the last place I expected to be on a Thursday during business hours: in my bathtub, submerged to my chin in icy water, tortured by the realization that no work was getting done, no tasks completed, nothing produced until my body’s reaction subsided. The frigid water seemed…

A New Lens

“Look at that picture wayyyy down the hallway. What do you see?” the bald man with tinted pink glasses asked me. I thought he was nuts.

“Umm…nothing? White? Am I supposed to be seeing something?” I was unaccustomed to not having the answer. He instructed me to close my eyes. I…

My Desert Song

We all know that one person that hates music…wait what? No we don’t! Music is a silver thread of words and rhythm that flows between the tapestries of generations and is completely interwoven with the human condition.

That being said, I have a confession: I have a love-hate relationship with…

Chasing Freedom with Shackles

I have written quite a few words since turning the final page of Falling Free; none of them particularly about the book, but all of them shaped by it. Falling Free met me mid-free fall, an upward draft in sync with my life’s ostensible downward spiral.

This book will did not leave…

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